The edge of pure land

On this day, Lu Fuji witnessed the birth of the kingdom.

He stepped into the waist-deep dark torrent and climbed the bronze stone steps step by step. In front of him, there was a huge red dragon rising into the sky, entrenched in the endless storm. The scorching heat evaporated the rainwater, and the steam evaporated. It spreads like clouds.

The giant dragon is entrenched in the sky, like a red lotus!

The red-hot night sky seemed to be lit up with sacred visions, as if one could really see the gate of heaven opening, and the phantoms of gods and Buddhas hidden deep in the clouds appeared, chanting solemn holy chants in unison. The song seems to be welcoming the new king’s ascension to the throne!

This is a scene that is simply incomprehensible. The vision of the tenth realm is so mysterious and mysterious, as if it has opened the door to another world. The five hundred years of exploration by human evolvers seem to have only touched the kingdom of God. edge.

The flames burning in the sky are so solemn and sacred, and the sound of Sanskrit chants accompanied by the foehn wind echoes between heaven and earth, reaching every corner of the world.

The steel lotus suspended on the top of the holy mountain was swept by the blazing burning wind, and even traces of scorch appeared. The realm that was supposed to be eternal and inviolable seemed to be crumbling and annihilated inch by inch. That was the ultimate sublimation of the burning power of the sky. Invading by force!

This moment, this second.

The whole world seems to be able to feel a tall and majestic figure standing between heaven and earth. An indifferent voice penetrates the wind and rain, echoing in the infinite silence: "I am the fifteenth founder of the kingdom in the new era. This country is called Dahonglian. Infinite Hell, in the name of aspiration to be sacred, protect this pure land. From here, I will declare to the whole world..."

That majestic back seemed to be shrouded in endless Buddha light, like a monk suffering in hell, clearly burning with the most violent flames in the world, but his voice was as indifferent and calm as water: "The gate of hell has been opened, and the era of the resurrection of the gods must be When the time comes, I sense huge catastrophe at the edge of the Kingdom of God, which is inevitable destruction. However, there must be light looming in the deepest part of hell, and after endless catastrophe, we will eventually reach that piece of pure land."

"Keep in mind the kindness and compassion of human beings, and never get involved in dark things, which will cause the soul to corrupt and the mind to become dusty. The power of the gods is tempting, but relying on this method for eternity can only be close to the gods, but cannot surpass them. It should be noted that human beings fight bloody battles For five hundred years, the most powerful weapon has never been combat power, but determination with courage and hope."

It's really not like what Longque can say. This man looks calm and gentle, but in fact he is full of murderous intentions in his heart. But at this moment, he can be as calm as a enlightened monk.

Most likely, Long Que had already looked down upon his own life and death, and at the last moment of his life, he finally let go of the past. Many years ago, he lost control of his heart because of his too strong numerology. He once traveled alone through the vast snowy wasteland, seeking Buddhist solutions. Confused.

To this day, he still remembers that temple shrouded in wind and snow, where many eminent monks lectured for three days and three nights, and the morning bells and evening drums echoed with the mighty Sanskrit sounds. But the final result was that the power of burning the sky in his body lost control again. Even the Buddha statues on the temples were melted down.

The master said that he was too murderous, too angry at fate and the world, just like Shura in hell. Even the Buddha could not save him, and he could only transcend himself.

Facts have proved that what the master said is true.

When he finished the last part of his life.

He really let it go.

The man standing between heaven and earth at this moment calmly glanced at the world in the storm, and said softly: "I once stepped on the top of the mountain, crossed the end of the sea, and arrived at the other side of the pure land. The many karma I created in the past seemed like a dream yesterday. Now I finally have peace of mind.”

No outrage.

No tyranny.

No pain.

There is only the relief and joy of liberation.

At the last moment of his life, he finally reached the pinnacle of his life, once again felt the beauty of the world, and was able to fulfill his long-cherished wish with his own hands.

What else is there to be dissatisfied with?

So he calmly struck out with his sword.

This sword has no majestic momentum, but there is no such lonely sword light in the world, just like the dead leaves falling in the Zen courtyard, burning in the dim sunset.

The scorching arc seemed to cut off the world. The incomparable light cut off the dark torrent and turned the shadows dancing like demons into charcoal.

The sword light was so bright that it fell into Long Ling's eyes.

For a moment, with the flash of sword light, the world seemed to be blooming with a scorching red lotus, blooming with endless light at the moment of life and death, and the darkness could not escape.

The eternal realm dissipates like a mirror, a flower in the water, and the moon.

Longque closed its eyes and disappeared in one step. It passed through the broken realm, as if eight years had passed. The sword of Levadin pierced the air and screamed, carrying endless burning love and hatred. Falling towards the woman's chest again.

Long Ling just looked at him.

The wrath of the gods finally overcame the tenderness of human nature.

The torrent of time and space swept forward again, and the fierce thunder light lit up at her fingertips, like the sharpest spear in the world, giving that man the cruelest death!

A fleeting moment.

The eyes of the siblings fell together.

Their eyes seemed to reflect the annihilated past.

This is an eternal moment that no one in the world can witness with their own eyes. Their movements are so simple and monotonous, and there is no overwhelming power, but they contain endless fluctuations of life, and also conceal the truth and mystery of the universe.

Boom!

It's as if the clouds have cleared and the fog has dispersed, and the heavy rain has stopped.

At this moment, the sun rose in the east, and the red-hot sky seemed to open a gap. A beam of compassionate Buddha light fell on the top of the holy mountain, illuminating the two miserable people.

Long Ling was stunned on the spot.

There was a trace of confusion and pain in those angry beautiful eyes.

Hot tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Because Longque's sword didn't stab her at all.

Instead, he wiped the ends of her hair and scratched it.

The movements are so gentle.

Just like when they were sparring in the yard.

Her sword always slipped from the corner of his eyes.

Long Que lowered his head and glanced at the pierced chest. He felt the woman's hands trembling, and showed a relieved smile: "Actually, at that moment, I suddenly figured it out. The reason why I have been in pain all these years is that I can't remember the past. It was not because I killed you with my own hands. It was because you had endured so much early on, but I never found out. It was not until the moment you became a stranger that I began to regret it."

"Maybe if I died with you on the Holy Mountain, I wouldn't have suffered so much. It's a pity that time can't be turned back and the past can't be repeated. After all, fate was kind to me and gave me a chance to make a new choice. This time... It’s my turn to stay here.”

He raised his right hand and reversed the edge of the sword.

Click!

The scorching iron sword penetrated Long Ling's chest.

It didn’t even enter Longque’s heart.

There was a huge roar in the world, as if the world was collapsing.

That was the sound of something disintegrating in Long Ling's body.

Because the birth of the god was actually destroyed, a cluster of eternal red lotus karma fire burned in her body. It seemed small but contained a world, which was the fifteenth kingdom born after the new era, Big Red. Lian Wujian Hell!

There was a roar of burning fire inside her body.

So cool.

So gentle again.

"I beat God once, and I beat you once, and I am very satisfied. I don't want to kill you, and I can't kill you, but I won't let you get what you want and destroy our world."

Long Que gently caressed her beautiful side face, her tall and majestic body was carbonized and cracked inch by inch, but her voice was as soft as before: "That's it, look into the distance, don't cry, don't look back. If you're so stupid, If some of us can still wake up, then let’s go find the place we once dreamed of, maybe flowers have already bloomed there.”

His voice was like the sound of a distant tide.

As the sound of tide subsided, his left hand released the hilt of the sword.

His white hair was swaying in the strong wind, and his body fell from the cliff.

His fingertips brushed against the woman's cheek.

It seemed as if the last trace of warmth had been taken away.

Long Ling just froze on the spot. The moment she pulled her right hand away from the man's chest, it seemed that a part of her was taken away. Becoming a god has been her uncontrollable desire and ambition for many years, but at this moment Ruthlessly destroyed.

There was uncontrollable anger and despair in her heart.

But so...sad.

There was a boom.

The steel lotus suspended between heaven and earth was burned into coke, and collapsed inch by inch with a huge sound, and the falling ashes swayed around her.

With the red skirt swaying.

The embers fell on the snow-white skin, but they couldn't bring any warmth.

"Is this your choice?"

She closed her eyes and fell to the sky.

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The dark torrent of the Holy Mountain has been evaporated, and the resurrected demons have been burned to ashes. Only the simple and majestic bronze palace stands in the ruins.

It's like an ancient mural that has lasted thousands of years.

Along with the Buddha's light falling in the sky and the ashes swaying in the strong wind, Lu Fuji finally climbed up the steps and caught the falling man.

It is clearly so tall and majestic, but at this moment it is as light as a fallen leaf.

"What did I say before? You can't survive alone in this world. After all, you have to have someone to pick up the body for you. Let's talk about the funeral as soon as possible. I'll listen." Lu Fuji's voice was slightly hoarse. His expression looked so calm, just a little depressed.

No.

It's so depressing.

It's so depressing that it makes you want to go crazy.

In fact, when faced with the separation of life and death, he did not feel the strong heart-breaking feeling, just like when he learned the news of his parents' death. He just felt empty in his heart for a moment. It can't be said how sad and sad he was. He was as calm as a loss. The puppet man who knows his heart.

He doesn't like this atmosphere.

very tired.

Very painful.

Still waiting for the last words.

What a hassle, it would be better to go home and sleep.

But he had to come.

If the deer does not come, there will be no one in the world to collect his body.

"In the end, it seems to have caused you trouble?"

Long Que still had a breath, but no longer had the strength to open his eyes again, but he knew who he was leaning on at the moment just by the sound of his voice. He grinned slightly and showed a tragic smile: "How were my last moments? Yes. Don’t you think it’s very majestic?”

Lu Fuji sat on his knees on the ground and raised his head so that he could breathe easily: "Well, it's great. I'm so jealous."

"It doesn't matter, you will become stronger in the future."

"Of course, that's what it should be."

"I interrupted her godhood ceremony."

"Well, good job."

"Her memory will also be in tatters."

"Um?"

"I mean, she could have figured out that you were the one she was looking for. But I shattered her memory, and it would be difficult for her to think of you again."

Lu Buer's heart moved slightly. It turned out that until this moment, this guy was still thinking about his safety: "I don't care, just let her come to me. Maybe I will be invincible by then."

Long Que hummed.

"That's what it should be. You are stronger than we were back then."

The Buddha's light fell on this man's face. He was so calm and relieved, and said softly: "Now listen to me, a new era is about to begin. This is the most powerful threat that mankind has ever faced... The Creation Mother The god born in the nest is the most powerful one, higher than the four gods. Only the sacred tree...is on the same level as him."

He paused: "The moment I was promoted, I figured out a lot of secrets, but I couldn't convey them to you. Your rank was not high enough. Even if I said...you couldn't hear me. Remember I warned you before. Let your affairs grow slowly. There are still some secrets hidden in this holy mountain. My last strength will protect you and explore them all."

This man will always be like this.

He was almost dead.

Still thinking about other people's things.

"knew."

Lu Fuji said softly: "Aren't you tired from worrying so much?"

"Tired, but you can rest now."

Long Que chuckled and said, "Thank you."

Lu Fuji was stunned.

"Actually, you are not a comrade-in-arms, a friend, or a family member to me. You have a more important meaning. You are what we both longed for back then, and you are what we couldn't ask for."

Longque closed her eyes, but she seemed to be able to see the smile in his eyes: "You are a person who has endured a lot of hardships. Perhaps even I can't imagine those hardships. But you survived, which is a good thing. This world There is a flower on the ground, which can bloom after ninety-nine years of wind and rain. The more difficult the process, the more beautiful the final bloom will be. This world is cruel, but it can also be wonderful. There are many beautiful scenery that are worth visiting. Seek and witness.”

His voice became weaker and weaker: "You were not born to be invisible to everyone. You want the world to hear your voice. You are destined to shine..."

It was almost inaudible in the wind.

This is Longque, who is still so verbose even when he is about to die.

There was nothing about him in his last words.

If I had known earlier, it would be better not to come.

Lu Fuji said nothing.

I just feel like my heart is blocked by mud.

Falling in little by little.

Falling in little by little.

I can no longer feel my breathing and heartbeat.

Lu Fuji realized that something was about to happen. He silently took out the lighter, stuffed it into his hand, and said calmly: "Your gift."

He raised his head and breathed hard.

It's as if I want to suck all the sadness in the world into my heart.

Longque seemed to have figured out what that thing was.

He showed his last relieved smile.

"You won't have to endure my second-hand smoke anymore."

He gently raised his hand, and his fingertips penetrated the bright Buddha light and touched the falling tears: "Go, don't cry, don't look back, let alone lose. The ends of the world, the green shade and flower fields, we have never found it. The place has to be arrived on our behalf.”